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CALLING PUPPY!CHRIS "BUNNY."

It was just a joke, really. You just wanted to see what he would do.

You didn't expect him to grovel at your feet, Well, you did. Just not like this. He's been sitting on knees all day, following you around everywhere, that damn pout never disappearing from his face.

Your eyes soften at the sight before you, your hand treading through his messy hair. "Chris.."

He cuts you off with a sharp whine. God, you should've never done this. "I said—" He full on whimpers this time, looking up at you with those big ole eyes of his. "Y'said m a bunny." He pouts even more. It's like he's recalling the moment in his mind.

"Bunny." You call out, and Chris pays no mind to it. Stuffing his face with more chips dead focused on the movie you put on in the living room until you tug on his hair. "Wha?" He tilts his head, "Bunny."

His bottom lip juts out. "What...?" You giggle, "I wanted to see if you'd respond to it." He blinks at you, a soft whine leaving him. "M' your puppy." He murmurs, wiping off his hands and crawling towards your spot on the couch. "Not a bunny."

His face nuzzles into your lap as he babbles on and on about being a puppy, your puppy. "Mama's sorry, okay?" You reassure him, "She didn't mean it."

He ignores your words, still mumbling to himself.

Now you're here, desperately trying to figure out how to get your boyfriend to get out off the floor.

"Puppy... c'mon, I said I'm sorry." You coo, subtly moving your leg against his crotch. "Didn't mean it all, baby..." You stroke his cheek, feeling the way he rocks against your leg.

He turns red when you lock eyes, "Don't even remember what you were mad about, hm?" He nods, trying to hump your leg. "I know, puppy, I know..." Your thumb plays with his bottom lip, "Can't think about anything else but cumming... poor baby..." You purr, your thumb pushing past his lips.

"I'll do all the thinking for you, don't worry."

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i said you'll see ! :) bunny!matt ver otw🤸‍♂️🤸‍♂️🤸‍♂️ ... puppy!chris while humping your leg btw!

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⌞ 𝐭𝐚𝐩𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐟 ⌝

christoper owen & matthew bernard sturniolo

𝘤𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘺!𝘤𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘴ㆍ𝘫𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘴!𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘵ㆍ𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨ㆍ𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨ㆍ𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥ㆍ𝘴𝘦𝘮𝘪-𝘱𝘶𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘤ㆍ𝘥𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘺 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬ㆍ𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨ㆍ𝘱𝘦𝘵 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴ㆍ𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨ㆍ

the drive the next morning was quiet. too quiet.

you sat in the backseat, your body curled slightly toward the window, head resting against the cool glass as the car rolled down the wet mountain roads. the rain had stopped, but the sky was still heavy and gray. it matched the weight in the air between the three of you perfectly. matt drove in silence, one hand on the wheel, the other resting against his thigh. his face was unreadable, his gaze steady on the road. you could see the tension in his jaw, though—tight and sharp, like he was chewing on something he wasn’t ready to spit out.

chris sat beside you, arms crossed, one leg bouncing restlessly. he hadn’t looked at either of you since you got in the car, but his presence was loud. too loud. every shift of his body, every exhale, every sideways glance you caught in your peripheral—it all screamed one thing: he was pissed.

and he hadn’t even said anything yet.

the silence stretched on. long enough to make your stomach knot. long enough to make your skin crawl with heat and guilt and confusion. then chris spoke.

“you know,” he said, casually, voice sharp enough to cut glass. “you two were quiet last night. real quiet.”

your jaw clenched. matt didn’t respond, eyes locked on the road.

chris leaned back, tilting his head toward the ceiling. “like, so quiet i almost thought you weren’t even doing anything.”

you didn’t say a word. didn’t dare to.

“but then again,” he continued, glancing sideways at you now, “you’re not usually quiet, are you?”

your breath caught.

chris smirked when you didn’t respond. “see, i think you wanted me to hear. even if you didn’t say it. part of you wanted me to know. just to get a rise out of me.”

matt exhaled hard through his nose. “jesus, chris.”

“what?” he shrugged, turning to him. “i’m just sayin’. you might’ve fucked her, but i know i could’ve made those pretty moans louder.”

your face flushed hot. embarrassment and something else—something deeper—curled in your stomach like smoke.

matt still didn’t look back. “maybe you should’ve tried acting like you wanted her last night instead of being a moody little bitch.”

“oh, and what, you were just being a gentleman when you started pawing at her like a dog in heat?”

you didn’t know where to look. the car felt too small, the air too tight, like it was pressing against your ribs.

“say what you want,” matt said coolly, eyes still on the road, “but at least she came to my bed. at least she wanted me.”

that one hit. you felt it in the shift of chris’s posture. he turned to you fully now, and you could feel his gaze on you before you saw it.

“that true, baby?” he asked, voice low. “you wanted him?”

your lips parted, but no sound came out. your throat felt dry, your heart pounding like a warning. he leaned closer, one hand brushing against your bare thigh—your shorts riding up from the position you’d curled into.

“you really think he made you feel as good as i could’ve?”

“chris,” you whispered, unsure if it was a plea or a warning.

“what?” he said, voice dropping lower, almost a murmur. “you didn’t have a problem with matt fucking you last night. we both know i can do it better.”

your breath caught again.

his hand didn’t leave your thigh. instead, he dragged his fingers along the inside slowly, deliberately. “want me to prove it?”

you shrugged, opening your mouth to speak, but the words wouldn’t come. they just sat there, stuck between your tongue and your teeth, too heavy to lift. you stuttered, a quiet, confused sound leaving your throat.

“i—i don’t…”

chris’s hand moved higher, his palm settling just under the hem of your shorts. matt glanced in the rearview mirror, his eyes locking with yours for a split second. the look he gave you was unreadable—half warning, half dare. you didn’t stop chris when he tugged gently at your shorts, guiding them lower with just enough pressure to make your breath hitch. your legs shifted on instinct, and he took the opening—hooking one of your thighs over his lap, the other bent back against the footwell behind the passenger seat. your whole body tensed. exposed. vulnerable. and watched. matt was silent, but you saw him looking. the mirror caught everything—the way chris’s hand slid along the inside of your thigh, the way your shorts bunched down low, the way your chest rose and fell faster with each second.

chris leaned in again, whispering against your ear, “you gonna tell me to stop?”

you didn’t answer. you didn’t want him to stop.

his fingers ghosted higher, teasing but not touching. “yeah… didn’t think so.”

matt’s voice cut in—low, calm, but ice-cold. “you better think before you do something stupid, chris.”

“what?” chris replied, mock-innocent. “you had your fun. i’m just trying to even the score.”

matt’s jaw tightened. “this isn’t a fucking game.”

“you sure?” chris smirked, eyes flicking between you and the mirror. “’cause it kinda feels like one.”

the car was still moving, winding down slick roads, but everything inside felt like it was teetering on a knife’s edge. your body trembled, not from fear—but from the sheer weight of attention, of heat, of being wanted by both of them in such a raw, messy, almost dangerous way. you didn’t know what was about to happen. you just knew—something was going to break.

the way they turned it into a competition—a silent, sharp-edged contest—should’ve made you roll your eyes. should’ve made you laugh, maybe. but you couldn’t bring yourself to find it funny.

your stomach twisted with nerves, with want, with something dark and unfamiliar. the kind of tension that made your breath shallow, that made the space between your legs throb with awareness. chris’s fingers skimmed just under the edge of your shorts again, slow and testing. and you didn’t stop him.

matt still hadn’t said a word. but the way he was looking at you through the mirror said enough. he wasn’t warning anymore. he was watching.

and god, the way he was watching you—it made something hot coil in your gut. his eyes didn’t leave yours, not even when chris shifted beside you, his hand finally slipping under your shorts in full, his fingers brushing against you over your underwear. your hips twitched at the contact, a small, unintentional sound leaving your throat.

matt saw it. heard it.

you couldn’t look away from him, even as chris leaned in again, his lips at your ear.

“you’re so wet.”

your cheeks flushed instantly, but you didn’t deny it. couldn’t. his fingers stroked slowly, deliberately, and your thighs tightened around his hand, breath catching in your chest.

matt’s voice was low—steady, but thick with something he wasn’t even trying to hide anymore. “keep going.”

chris paused, just for a second. “what?”

“you heard me,” matt said, not looking back—just watching you in the mirror. “go ahead. i wanna see it.”

the shift in the air was immediate. your entire body buzzed, overwhelmed and lit up. it was too much—but not enough at the same time. every nerve was alive. you turned your head slightly, enough to glance at matt through the mirror, eyes wide.

“matt…”

his eyes locked with yours. calm. hungry. “i want you to enjoy it.”

you swallowed thickly.

chris grinned now, smug and sharp. “guess you like an audience, huh?”

you wanted to be embarrassed, to pull away, to say something that would make it all stop—but instead, your hips tilted toward his hand, almost involuntarily. and matt saw that too.

“fuck,” matt muttered, hand gripping the steering wheel tighter, knuckles white.

your leg tensed on chris’s lap as his touch grew firmer, more confident. and even though you were shaking—half with nerves, half with arousal—you didn’t stop it. didn’t want to.

your fingers curled into the fabric of the seat, the soft press of chris’s mouth grazing your jaw now, as he moved against you. his free hand steadied your waist, as if he was making sure you wouldn’t go anywhere. the car kept moving. you didn’t know where this would go—or how far either of them would push. but what you did know, was that whatever line had once existed between the three of you… it was gone now.

you should’ve told them to stop.

any version of you—logical, careful, cautious—would’ve said something. but that version was far away now, drowned out by the heat that had settled low in your belly, by the way your body ached from being touched and watched at the same time. chris’s fingers moved with more purpose now, slow and firm through your underwear. deliberate. like he was trying to prove a point with every stroke. and it was working—your body was giving you away. you couldn’t hide the way your hips pressed toward his hand, couldn’t stop the quiet, desperate breaths that escaped you no matter how hard you tried to bite them back.

he leaned closer, his voice just a whisper near your jaw. “see that, matt?” he said smugly. “she’s fuckin’ dripping.”

matt didn’t answer at first. he didn’t have to. his eyes were still locked with yours in the rearview mirror, heavy-lidded and unreadable, his mouth set in a straight line—but his grip on the wheel was tense. tight.

“is that true?” he asked finally, voice low and smooth. “you letting him get you that worked up?”

you couldn’t even lie. you nodded once, jaw clenched, face hot with the weight of both of their attention. your breath caught when chris pushed your underwear slightly to the side, his fingers skimming you bare now, slow and steady, teasing your edge as his fingers drew slow, teasing circles over your clit. your head fell back against the seat with a soft, shuddering sound.

“shit,” chris muttered, more to himself than anyone else. “didn’t think you’d actually let me do this.”

“don’t flatter yourself,” matt said, voice rough with something darker now. “you didn’t get there on your own.”

chris scoffed. “jealous?”

matt gave a quiet laugh, one hand adjusting on the wheel. “not even close. i wanted to see this.”

your eyes fluttered open at that, catching his gaze again through the mirror. it was different now. darker. possessive. the look in his eyes made your whole body jolt. it was like a current ran through you—too much, but not enough. chris’s hand moved in response to that shift, his touch intensifying. your leg was still draped across his lap, one of your feet resting awkwardly on the center console now, your whole body angled toward him. exposed. flushed. needy. and god, you couldn’t even pretend to act normal anymore. not with the way matt was watching. not with the way chris's fingers picked up the pace, focusing on your clit.

the silence was heavy. the car filled only with the sound of the tires against the wet road, the slick sound of chris playing with your wet, needy pussy, and your soft, uneven breaths.

chris leaned in again, his mouth brushing the shell of your ear. “you gonna let me finish what he started?” he asked, cocky and low, like he already knew the answer.

matt didn’t say anything this time. he didn’t need to. because the look in the mirror said it all. the air was electric, thick with the sound of your hitched breaths and the slick, sinful rhythm of chris’s fingers working you open. his touch drifted lower, circling your entrance before pressing two fingers into you with a slow, deliberate thrust. your back arched off the seat, a gasp tearing from your throat as he curled his fingers just right, hitting that spot that made your vision blur.

“fuck,” chris hissed, his voice rough with approval. “so fuckin’ sexy, sucking me in like that.”

his thumb brushed your clit in time with each deep stroke, and your hips jerked helplessly against his hand. “that’s it, baby—ride my hand. show him how good i can make you feel.”

matt’s knuckles whitened on the wheel, his eyes flicking to the mirror again. you could see the hunger there now, the way his gaze raked over your splayed legs, chris’s wrist moving between your thighs.

“attagirl,” chris murmured, low and smoky, the praise sending a fresh wave of heat to your core. he chuckled darkly, his lips grazing your ear.

“oh, look at him. can’t even look away.. bet it’s killing him.” he smirked, his eyes meeting matt’s, making sure he heard it all.

you whimpered, nails digging into the seat, but he didn’t relent. “c’mon, mama—squeeze me just like that. fuck, you’re perfect.”

the pressure built mercilessly, your body coiling tighter with every pass of his thumb. you were close—so close—but chris slowed his pace, teasing your clit with featherlight strokes.

“not yet,” he growled, ignoring your frustrated whine. “i want you beggin’ for it. want you to moan my name while i make you cum so he knows how much better i can make you feel.”

matt’s voice cut through the haze, sharp and commanding. “do it.” the car swerved slightly as he glanced back, his composure cracking. “think you’re so much better, chris? so do it. make her feel good.”

chris’s smirk was feral. he shifted, pinning your hips harder against the seat as his fingers plunged deeper, faster, his thumb grinding rough, relentless circles.

“you hear that tone in his voice, baby? he’s jealous.” your legs trembled, thighs shaking as he drove you toward the edge. “but we don’t give a fuck about that right now, don’t we? s’ my turn now to make him jealous anyway, hm?”

you couldn’t answer—couldn’t think. the world narrowed to the heat between your legs, the crude, wet sounds of his hand working you, the way matt’s chest heaved as he watched. chris’s breath came ragged against your neck.

“that’s it, ma, cum f’me.”

your orgasm hit like a thunderclap. your back bowed off the seat, a broken cry tearing free as you ground down on his hand, waves of pleasure ripping through you so violently your lungs burned. chris didn’t let up, his fingers fucking you through it, his praise a growl in your ear.

“gooood girl. that’s it—soak me. let him see what he’s not getting.”

matt’s low curse filled the car as your release slicked chris’s fingers, the sound lewd and undeniable.

the car ride took a turn. you knew that, obviously. but you weren't ready for whatever would happen next, how the three of you could ever be normal around each other again. what happened, between you and matt, between you and chris, between all of you, was incredibly hot. something you never would've done. you were sober now, all of you were, and it made you realize how it wasn't just the alcohol last night.

never in a million years would you have thought you'd have your best friends in this way. but god. you loved it.

dividers by @strangergraphics

@applecidersturniolo you actually cooked with giving me this idea

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i would loveeeeee if u wrote a day in a life of chris spending the day babysitting bubbles and bella after candy and matt drops them off at his place to go on a date 😭

a day where chris pet sits camgirl!reader’s furry babies.

“oh! and don’t forget to—”

“— to give bubbles a giant ass carrot for lunch, yes i know.” chris smiles, patting you on your shoulder as he walks you to the front door of your home, matt grumpily leaning against the passenger door with his arms crossed, waiting for you.

matt may seem like a boring man, but really his passion is the outdoors, so with that being said, the weather gave him the opportunity to finally visit a new hiking trail, dragging you along with him. chris opted to take care of the pets, he loved your bunny and your cute little dog to death, going as far as even sneaking bubbles into his backpack and managing to make it out of the door before you noticed, one night.

chris leaned against the door frame, with both pets on each arm as he watched matt open the car door, raising an eyebrow at his brother patting your ass while you climbed in.

“no funny business, alright?” he remarks, grinning from ear to ear, chuckling at matt’s middle finger in the air. chris closes the front door behind him as he steps in, crouching down to let the pets walk on their own. “your parents are naughty.”

chris sheepishly grins at a young woman walking past him at the park, a pretty smile on her face as she watched him being so caring towards two animals, not only that but he looked cute considering he had a literal bunny on a leash. a pink leash.

the cavalier spaniel starts tugging on her own leash, wiggling her brown tail and sniffing the grass— chris’ least favorite part of taking care of a pet. he hated cleaning up dog shit.

he sighs, pulling out a tiny bag beginning to kneel down, for a quick second he lets go of the bunny, sure enough bubbles was well behaved, right?

chris, with a displeased expression, puts the bag on his hand as if it were a glove, picking up the mess before tying it up and disregarding it in the trash can a few steps ahead.

“alrighly bella, let’s go—”

“—excuse me, is this your bunny?”

chris’ head flies up at the sound of a soft voice, the same girl who he passed by not too long ago, holding bubbles in her arms. he embarrassingly smiles, their hands brushing as the bunny cuddles up in his arms.

“yeah— well, no. he’s uh— uh my brother’s girl�� i’m pet sitting.” he rambles, mentally cursing himself at the sudden loss of words.

“that’s cute. i love pets.” she expresses, her eyes darting back and forth with his, a tiny bit of excitement in them mixed something much more.

chris smirks, licking his pink, chapped lips before replying in a cocky, flirty manner. “yeah?”

she nods, beginning to walk with him for around ten minutes as they speak about the black kitten she owns back in her apartment, stopping abruptly to check her apple watch.

“i completed all my steps but… when are you done pet sitting?” she tilts her head, fidgeting with the zipper of her thin black pull-over, the material tight enough to make chris’ mind wander— he knows what she’s up to and he likes it. a little too much.

“uh… give me an hour?”

Chris: Gonna drop off candy’s children

Chris: Don’t ask why

Nick: Gross.

Nick: You and Matt should be ashamed of yourselves

© 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗍𝗌𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗅𝖾𝗍

note ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ this sucks soooo bad i’m sorry. tried making it cutesy, flirty, and then i dont know what i did lmao.

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𝑴𝒊𝒄'𝒅 𝑼𝒑 𝒐𝒏 𝑳𝒊𝒗𝒆 | 𝑴.𝑺

― 𝒂 𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒐𝒍𝒐 𝒃𝒍𝒖𝒓𝒃

▶︎ ၊၊||၊ Gluttony , $uicideboy$

rapper!matt x f!reader

WARNINGS : smut, exhibitionism, hold the moan, playing with you while he's on a live, fingering, secretive, dirty talk, orgasm, public

word count : 1kish

― The studio’s quiet, dim but warm, thick with the low hum of equipment and the not-so-innocent rustle of movement just out of frame.

The only real light comes from Matt’s phone, the screen glowing pale and blue where it rests on the desk—casting a soft gleam on the curve of his bare chest, catching the shine of his silver chain every time he shifts beneath you.

He’s sunk low in the chair, hoodie shoved down around his elbows, arms sprawled lazy and open, legs wide. He looks like he owns the room—owns you—and in this moment?

He absolutely does.

Because you?

You’re straddling him, back pressed to his chest, legs spread over his, sitting real fuckin’ pretty for the camera.

To anyone watching the livestream, it looks casual. Relaxed. Just Matt kicking back in the studio, your silhouette in his lap, helping him read the chat while he answers questions and jokes with fans.

What they don’t see is his hand up your skirt—fingers rubbing slow circles against the soaked crotch of your panties, teasing the puffy lips of your pussy like it’s nothing.

His other arm’s locked around your waist, keeping you still, keeping you close. The phone is steady in his hand, comments flashing like wildfire across the screen, but your eyes aren’t on them. Can’t be—not when his touch is dragging slick through your folds, slow and deliberate, not even inside yet and still driving you insane.

“She’s just helpin’ out tonight,” he says to the camera, voice smooth and lazy, lips twitching in that smug little grin he wears so well. “Got my girl here readin’ the chat while I work.”

You swallow hard, trying to sit still. Trying to look normal while your pussy’s dripping into your panties, clenching around nothing, aching for him to finally push in.

He knows it. Knows exactly what he’s doing.

You feel the smirk in the way he moves—fingers sliding along your soaked slit, barely brushing your clit, then dipping back down to gather more of your mess. You’re so wet it’s embarrassing, your panties damp enough to stick to your cunt, fabric stretched thin between your folds like it’s trying to hold back something wild.

“Relax,” he murmurs in your ear, voice low and warm. “You’re doin’ so good, baby. Just sit still. Let me feel this sweet little pussy.”

His fingers slip under the lace at last—finally—and it’s filthy. You gasp, barely catching it behind your teeth as he parts your swollen folds, dragging his fingertips through the soaked heat of your pussy like he’s sampling dessert.

“Fuck,” he mutters, low and reverent, pressing the pad of his thumb against your slippery clit. “Pussy’s drippin’, baby. I haven’t even fucked you yet and she’s already makin’ a mess.”

Your hips twitch. You can’t help it. And this time? He doesn’t stop you.

His fingers push in—one first, slow and teasing—just enough to stretch you, make you gasp. Your pussy clenches around him instantly, puffy and soaked and too fuckin’ desperate to pretend anymore.

The mic picks up the wet sound of it—quiet, subtle—but if someone’s listening close, they’ll hear everything.

Matt’s other hand tightens around your waist as he pumps that finger in and out, slow but firm, dragging slick out of you with every curl.

“Be good,” he says, voice sharp and low. “Start grindin’ on me and I swear I’ll forget we’ve got an audience.”

Your breath stutters. The chat keeps flying. You know someone’s asked something—you’re supposed to be reading it—but you’re trembling, already on edge.

Matt nudges your chin forward with his shoulder, lips brushing your temple. “Read the next one, baby,” he murmurs. “Let ‘em hear how sweet you sound with my fingers buried in this puffy little cunt.”

Then he slips in a second finger—stretching you open, filling you more—and your body jerks. You try to catch yourself on the desk, one hand flying out, the other pressed tight over your mouth to muffle the sound.

“‘Who’s your biggest inspiration?’” you choke out, voice wrecked, barely coherent.

Matt chuckles darkly, eyes on your face in the glass.

“Right now?” he says. “This messy fuckin’ pussy. She’s got me feelin’ real inspired.”

His thumb circles your clit again, tighter now, rougher. Your hands grip the desk like a lifeline, body shaking as he starts to fuck you harder—fingers working in and out of your drenched, puffy cunt like he’s trying to leave you ruined.

The wet noise of it is filthy, your slick coating his knuckles, dripping down his wrist, your panties shoved to the side and clinging to your thigh like they’ve given up trying to contain you.

“Shit,” Matt mutters, voice still sweet for the mic. “You hear that, chat? Must be some kinda feedback or somethin’. Loud as fuck.”

Then, lower—just for you:

“Nah, baby. That’s you. That’s this tight little pussy talkin’.”

You’re right there—so close—body tensed and trembling, pussy fluttering around his fingers as he keeps you pressed down, held still, thumb locked on your clit like a fucking weapon.

“You come now, and I swear I’ll bend you over this desk,” he growls, voice like gravel. “Mic on. Camera rollin’. Let ‘em all hear how nasty this pussy sounds when I really fuck it.”

Your whole body shakes. You’re blinking back tears, trying not to come, trying to be good.

“Say it,” he growls. “Say it to the chat. Let ‘em hear how bad this pussy needs to come.”

“W–wanna come,” you whisper, barely holding it together. “Please, Matt—my pussy’s so wet—need it—need to come—”

“That’s it,” he breathes. “Fuckin’ beg for it.”

“Please,” you cry, voice high and broken. “Pussy’s so soaked, Matt, it’s dripping, fuck—I need it—need to come on your fingers, please—”

He groans behind you, teeth grazing your neck as his fingers slam into you faster, deeper, his thumb grinding cruelly against your swollen clit.

“Come for me,” he snarls. “Come on my fuckin’ fingers. Let this sweet little pussy show off how messy she gets for me.”

And you do.

You break like a wave, silent but wrecked, body shaking as you gush around his fingers, slick pouring out of you in hot, wet spurts. You press your hand hard over your mouth but the mic catches everything—the tremble in your breath, the obscene noise of your pussy creaming all over his hand, the low, satisfied growl Matt lets out as he feels you come apart in his lap.

“Goddamn,” he murmurs. “You fuckin’ soaked me.”

He slides his fingers out slow, sticky strings of slick still connecting you, then lifts them to his mouth and licks them clean right in the camera’s glow, tongue dragging between his fingers like he’s savoring every drop.

“Told you,” he says, with a grin.

“Already got a sample recorded.”

The chat?

Still flying.

None the wiser.

Or maybe just listening a whole lot closer now.

FREAK LIKE MEEEE??? god rapper!matt is so fucking fun to write for lmk if anyone has any requests for him i will drop everything & do them bcs damn

gif by - @vxnitra !!

𖧧 𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒆 𝑴𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕

🖇 - @chriss-slutt @55sturn @chrysiie @il0vey0um0st @trustinsturniolos @v4lsturn @shitttttypoet @mattsplaything @emely9274 @pip4444chris @whore4mattsturniolo @sweetshuga @courta13 @divinesturn @aaliyahsturniolo @chris-hallelujah @mi-co-uk @ivysturnss @sweetpeabreezyree @christophersgf @bluestriips @angelic-sturniolos111 @shadowthesim237 @moond0llie @eeyoresturnz @ellssturn @fratbrochrisgf @teddystvrns @pvssychicken @ribbonlovergirl @chrisspussygang @vanteguccir @tits4matt @bambisturns @luvs4matt @delilahsturniolo <3

[luvs4mattsbookshelf]

introducing...

RECKLESS!CHRIS x CYNIC!READER ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ in "10 THINGS I HATE ABOUT YOU" — AN AU

•၊၊||၊|။|||| ↻ — PLAYLIST

10 THINGS I HATE ABOUT YOU :

She’s all sharp edges and side-eyes. He’s all smirks and chaos. Neither of them believes in happy endings — but somehow, they keep ending up in each other’s orbit.

It’s not love. It’s not even like. It’s something messier.

And it’s starting to feel a lot like trouble.

RECKLESS!CHRIS : (patrick verona) eighteen years old. senior with a permanent smirk. skips detention like it’s a job. leather jacket, busted knuckles, tension in his jaw. knows exactly how far he can push before getting suspended. rides a beat-up bike he rebuilt himself. rumors say he’s been arrested — twice. doesn’t confirm, doesn’t deny. smokes behind the gym. stares too long, talks too little. laughs when he’s not supposed to. flirts like it’s a game of chicken.

CYNIC!READER : (kat stratford) seventeen years old. top of her class, middle finger in her back pocket. doesn’t do small talk. feminist. books in her backpack, bite in her tone. eye rolls sharper than knives. combat boots. thrifted cardigans and annotated poetry. hates group projects. hates the idea of needing anyone more. sarcasm fluent. boundaries like barbed wire. reads Sylvia Plath and scoffs at love poems.

coming soon..

🖇 - @chriss-slutt @55sturn @chrysiie @il0vey0um0st @trustinsturniolos @v4lsturn @raes-library @mattsplaything @emely9274 @pip4444chris @whore4mattsturniolo @sweetshuga @courta13 @divinesturn @aaliyahsturniolo @chris-hallelujah @mi-co-uk @ivysturnss @sweetpeabreezyree @christophersgf @bluestriips @angelic-sturniolos111 @shadowthesim237 @moond0llie @eeyoresturnz @ellssturn @fratbrochrisgf @teddystvrns @pvssychicken @ribbonlovergirl @chrisspussygang @vanteguccir @tits4matt @bambisturns @luvs4matt @delilahsturniolo <3

Disclaimer: This work is a fan-made alternate universe inspired by the 1999 film 10 Things I Hate About You. All recognizable characters, themes, and elements belong to their respective creators and rights holders. I do not claim ownership over the original content. This is a transformative, non-profit work created solely for entertainment purposes.

[luvs4mattsbookshelf]

𝑻𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆

𝑴𝒂𝒕𝒕 𝑺𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒐𝒍𝒐

ⓘ 𝒔𝒎𝒖𝒕! ⋆ fwb!matt ⋆ use of vibrator ⋆ keeping quiet ⋆ (lowkey) exhibitionism ⋆ edging ⋆ overstimulation + more.

You shifted awkwardly on the couch, eyes unblinkingly trained on the TV while your hands gripped the blanket on your lap tightly, knuckles all white.

Your body jolted in time with the jumpscare from the movie, the sound effects from the classic 'Scream' drowning out the small sound of pleasure that exited you despite your best efforts to stay quiet and not give away to the vibrations buzzing inside you.

You shifted again to try to get comfortable—bad decision.

The moment you moved, the egg vibrator shifted inside you, pressing hard against your g-spot, making your whole body shudder from pleasure.

Your eyes rolled back as your head fell back, mouth opening in a silent scream. The sight nearly made Matt groan out loud, but he held himself back and instead focused on the movie and occasionally glanced at the other two if they noticed anything out of the ordinary.

Both Chris and Nick were thankfully too invested in the movie to notice the slutty expressions you were making. Matt’s smirk widened into a smug grin, knowing how oblivious his brothers sometimes were.

He pressed a few buttons on the small remote in his jeans pocket, watching as your eyes widened, a strong shudder running through you.

Your back arched slightly, thighs trembling when he amped up the vibrations to the second highest level. You had to quickly clamp a hand over your mouth to muffle the loud needy moan beginning to exit you.

Thankfully, you were sitting beside Matt on one side of the couch while Nick and Chris sat on the other side. The risk of getting caught by Nick or Chris was as terrifying as it was exciting, and that was fucking with your head.

Matt grinned smugly, barely keeping his amusement at bay as he put the vibe to the highest, pretending to be engrossed in the movie even though his full undivided attention was on you.

You could feel your release nearing yet again. It was almost painful how many times he has edged you tonight, each near-orgasm making you more and more sensitive.

Just before you could come, Matt suddenly turned the vibrator off, making you let out a small whine of protest that was luckily covered up by the sound effects of the movie.

"Such a good girl, taking what I give you sooo well." Matt murmured, his voice barely louder than a whisper but enough for you to hear, making your breath hitch.

He started the vibrator again after a while, watching with growing desire as your face contorted in pleasure. He wasn’t going to let you cum anytime soon.

But that only heightened your pleasure.

˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ 𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒂𝒈𝒆.ᐟ | 𝒘𝒄 – 𝟎.𝟒 𝒌 ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖

© 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒔𝒉𝒖𝒈𝒂

[luvs4mattsbookshelf]

— matt prepares you an easter surprise

★ i hope yall had a great easter my loves! this is a little longer than i had planned but enjoy!!! credits to any and all authors that ever came up with bunny!matt or animal!triplet! <3 ★

tw: sub!matt + PEGGING + light pet play — don’t read it if you don’t like it! this is a fetish, a kink, and none of this is real. it’s fanfiction, purely for entertainment purposes.

quietness takes over the living room as you step inside the house, the noise of your keys jangling and your heels clacking across the wooden floor signaling you were finally home. matt would usually be watching tv or playing games. it was all too silent. almost as if he was planning something.

“baby?” you chant, entering the bedroom. a streak of light comes from the slightly open bathroom door, but matt doesn’t seem to notice your arrival. your gaze lands on the mattress and your jaw goes slack as you notice the objects there — lube, condoms, and a butt plug.

your presence remains unnoticed. you sit on the bed, resting your back against the headboard as you open the buttons of your shirt, waiting for matt. soon enough, you hear the bathroom door creaking, matt coming in slow steps. he’s wearing a white t-shirt, baby blue boxers and bunny ears.

“you look so cute” you say, startling matt. his cheeks are burning red — you weren’t supposed to be there before he got ready. his hands immediately went for the hair accessory, removing it and hiding it behind his back. matt’s gaze flickered between you and the mattress as he tried to come up with an excuse. “i-i… i thought you’d come home… later” matt whispers.

you chuckle at matt. “what were you planning, baby?” you ask in a warm, loving tone. matt can’t resist when you talk like that. “w-was… gonna wear it” he confesses. “for you”.

you drag your fingers across your chest, your digits traveling over your lingerie before reaching for the butt plug. it’s medium-sized, with a soft, fluffy ball mimicking a bunny’s tail. “oh yeah? you wanted to be my little bunny?” you tease, playing with the toy. “but we won’t need this” you gaze at the condoms. “bunnies fuck raw” you say, and matt gulps. he can feel the blood rushing directly towards his cock, his veins pumping inside his underwear.

you motion your index, silently asking matt to come closer. you tap your thighs twice as he walks, gladly taking a seat on your lap. he has left the bunny ears on the mattress, close enough for you to reach it and place it back on his head. “there you go, such a good boy” you praise and matt immediately whines. his dick rests perfectly against your clothed pussy, his hard-on pressing on you.

you rest your hands on matt’s hips, gently caressing him before touching his waistband. he squirms on your lap, but doesn’t protest, allowing you to go further. you take a look at the pathetic stain on his underwear, a huge wet spot forming as he leaks pre-cum. matt lifts his weight just enough for you to remove his baby blue boxers, his cock slapping against his lower tummy. “should’ve gotten my strap” you tease, palming his ass before giving a light slap. matt chews on his lower lip, placing both hands on your shoulder.

“look at you” you coo, taking his shirt off. matt’s now completely bare, only adorned by his bunny ears. “such a pretty boy for mama” you continue, pressing a kiss on his collarbones as you wrap your knuckles around his girth, slowly pumping him. matt moans at the sudden contact, bunny ears bouncing as he moves on your lap.

“get those for me, prince” you ask matt, who pouts before reaching for the plug and the lube. you’re still stroking him, gradually increasing your pace as your free hand opens the bottle. you finally let go of matt’s length, a small amount of pre-cum covering your fingers. “no” he complained. “please don’ stop, was feelin’ so good”

“be a good boy” you warn him. “you’re doing so well, i don’t my little bunny misbehaving”. matt gulps, nodding his head. you spread a generous quantity of lubricant on your fingers and the plug, making sure they’re well coated. your clean hand goes back to matt’s dick, your thumb rubbing his tip in circular motions “nhng— mama— please!”

you chuckle at his desperation. “matthew” you call him in a harsh tone, almost scolding him for his lack of patience. “still gotta stretch you out” you say, but matt whines in protest. “already… did it” he confesses, too embarrassed to look at you.

“already stretched out?” you repeat, and matt nods, confirming his own words. “just a while ago” he says, staring at the butt plug. you follow his gaze, noticing how eager matt was to have the bunny tail attached to him.

you trail kisses on his bare torso, your hand reaching for his ass. he promptly hold his weight on his knees as you place the toy beneath him, pressing it against his entrance. his jaw goes slack, squeezing his eyes shut as you continue to push the plug inside him. matt takes most of it, desperately seeking your reassurance. “just a bit more baby” you whisper, twisting the silicone and spreading the lube. “you’re doing so good for me, my bunny boy. getting mama all worked up, looking all pretty for me” you continue to shower him with praises and kisses, and matt finally takes the entire plug in. you give a light pat on the fuzzy part, causing matt to whine in embarrassment. “turn over for me baby, let me see it”.

matt obeys, crawling off of your lap and bending over for you. he’s in all fours, ass up — and you can’t resist giving him a slap. his pale skin immediately turns red, a muffled moan coming from the back of his throat. you delight yourself with the sight in front of you as you remove your clothes, laying your back against the pillow and patting the mattress. matt tilts his head, blue eyes widening as he sees your bare body.

his cock starts to hurt. he’s been planing this for so long and now all he wants is to be inside you. “mama needs to check if bunnies really fuck that good” you say, spreading your legs open. matt positions himself in between your thighs with some difficulty, the butt plug making it harder for him to move around freely. he gets closer to you, dragging his tip across your folds, the wetness of both parts turning everything slippery.

“fill me up real good baby” you say, playing with his bunny ears. “yes mama” matt agrees, burying his cock into you. his girth easily slips in, his large shaft stretching your walls as you hold his shoulders. matt thrusts his hips forward, trying hard to hold back his approaching orgasm — it was pathetic. matt just got inside you and he knows he needs to last more than a minute.

“fuck” he cusses out, breathing heavily. he could feel your warmth around his length and the plug filling his bottom, your nails scratching his back, your moans and his own whimpers taking over the darkened room. everything contributing to his release.

you notice how matt is struggling, cupping his cheeks on your palms. you press a lingering kiss against his lips, which seems to work. matt’s not as nervous or overwhelmed, simply enjoying your touch. your sneaky fingers reach for his bunny ears, removing it from his hair. matt sighs in relief, but tightens his grip on your hips as soon as he sees what you’re doing — wearing the bunny ears yourself.

“see?” you say, caressing his stubble. “now we’re both bunnies” you smile at matt, reassuring him. he nods and leans in for a kiss, the smal seal suddenly becoming more intense. your fingers gently tug at matt’s brown locks, begging for him fuck you. “be a good boy for mama hm? breed me real good”.

matt filled you up perfectly, his veins pumping against your gummy walls as his tip brushed on your cervix. he kept on thrusting inside you, too busy marking your neck to notice anything else around him. your hands travel to his ass once again, harshly massaging his flesh and forcing matt to fuck you deeper.

you’re a mess, but he’s even worse, desperately pounding into you, seeking his own high. “gon’ cum” he manages to speak. “wan breed you so bad mama please let me cum” matt begs. “yeah? wanna make mama all full?” you say, feeling your own releasing approaching as well.

“yes— ah!” matt moans. “please need to cum so bad mama” he continues to beg. you love to see his desperation, teasing him even further “my pretty little bunny is gonna be a good boy and get mama knocked up?” you speak. he no longer holds himself, allowing his orgasm to wash over him. matt releases thick ropes of cum inside you, painting your walls white as you also reach your high, squeezing matt’s cock.

matt pulls out, watching his cum ooze from your pussy and whining at the sight. his body right next to yours as he pants heavily, recovering from his orgasm. he chuckles at you, ruffling your hair and playing with the bunny ears, “i really hope i fucked all my bunnies inside you”.

got carried away with this one i apologize if it’s too freaky… and not proofread, i apologize for any mistakes / typos! once again i did not create bunny!matt nor animal!triplet, credit to the authors that did it first! hope yall liked it 🤍

[luvs4mattsbookshelf]

holy fucking fuck.

⋆⭒˚.⋆ girl put in work

warnings : smut. pnv. dom!matt. sub!reader. degrading. power play (?). slight crying. praising. slight edging. slight humiliation. nothing else?

“you wanted this, didn’t you?” matt said, his hands gripping your hips from behind—mocking you.

your cheek was pressed to the mattress, eyes glassy as your lips parted, letting out a desperate moan. your body shook—knees burning from how long you’d been in this position as he slowly slid his cock in and out of your slick walls.

you gasped as he buried himself to the hilt in one deep stroke, your fingers curling into the sheets below you. you waited for him to move, to pull back out like he had before—but he just stopped, buried inside you, unmoving.

you let out a needy cry, your hips twitching back against him, desperate for him to move again. but his hands tightened on your waist, stilling you. “nuh-uh.” he said, letting go of you completely. “you don’t get to be lazy baby. came crawling to me, begging me to fuck you.” he tilted his head, eyes locked on where your bodies met.

“c’mon, show me how much you want it sweetheart.” he muttered, sitting back on his heels as he crossed his arms over his chest. you whimpered, humiliated and dripping, but the aching between your legs overruled the shame. you rocked your hips, grinding back onto him with a broken little moan. he was so deep, and you were so full, it was almost hard to breathe.

“fuck.” matt hissed, watching the way your hips moved. “that’s it. just like that. fuck yourself on my cock, such a greedy little girl.” you tried, you really did—rolling your hips, pushing back onto him, tears threatening to spill from the corners of your eyes at the effort.

matt’s grip returned to your hips after a minute, it was the only thing holding you up now. your arms had given out, your chest pressed against the sheets—body and thighs trembling with the effort of fucking yourself on him over and over again. the tears in your eyes spilled over, small sobs escaping your lips each time his cock buried itself inside your warm walls.

he leaned forward, one hand bracing on the bed beside your head. you felt the weight of him press into your back, his chest flush to your spine, his lips hot against your ear. “you crying baby?” he asked, lips ghosting the shell of your ear. you whimpered, nodding, and he exhaled slow through his nose. you felt his cock twitch inside you.

“i wasn’t trying to be mean.” he muttered, almost to himself. “trying to make you work for it.” he kissed the corner of your jaw, soft and sweet. “but you’re so fuckin’ pretty like this. so good for me.”

his hips rolled into yours slow, helping you this time—just once, just to give you a break. it made your eyes flutter shut, a shaky moan slipping from your lips. “there you go.” he whispered, a small smile forming on his lips at your sounds.

you whimpered again, pressing your hips back toward him, and that was all it took for his resolve to crumble. he groaned low, cursing under his breath, hands grabbing at you—pulling you back, fucking up into you hard enough to make the whole bed creak.

“fuck it.” he growled, breath hot against your neck. “you win, baby. you always fuckin’ win.”

a/n : this idea is hot and i can’t get it out of my head.

[luvs4mattsbookshelf]

𝑩𝒂𝒄𝒌𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒕𝒔

𝑴𝒂𝒕𝒕 𝑺𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒐𝒍𝒐

ⓘ 𝒔𝒎𝒖𝒕! ⋆ pegging ⋆ sub!matt ⋆ dirty talk ⋆ established relationship ⋆ pet names ⋆ degradation kink + more.

Matt’s legs trembled slightly and his arms burned from holding his weight up. His vision blurred with tears of pleasure, mouth hung open as high-pitched moans spilled out freely.

Your fingers dug into his hips, keeping him from recoiling forward with your thrusts as you grunted softly in exertion.

Matt could feel himself getting closer and closer as you fucked him vigorously. He could feel the warmth beginning to pool in his stomach—the pressure almost too much.

"Sh-shit, m’gonna cum- mmhn–ffuuuckkk-- aahn!" Matt moaned loudly, and his arms finally gave up as he fell forward onto the bed, his back arching more.

One of your hands left his hips and instead pressed onto his lower back, making him arch more as your hips met his ass with loud, wet smacks.

Matt’s face burned from embarrassment when he heard his increasingly high-pitched moans and whimpers and the wet squelches from the copious amounts of lube you used, making it easier for your strap-on to slide in and out of his greedy hole.

"Fuck, really?" You let out a huff of air that sounded more like a small laugh. "This quickly?" Your hips slowed down, fucking him languidly and dragging out his pleasure.

Matt let out a small whine in protest to the sudden shift in pace, pushing his hips back to fuck himself on your strap-on, but you clicked your tongue and held his hips with both hands, halting his movements.

"You trynna take control baby?" You tutted before giving his ass a sharp slap, making him yelp into the bedsheets. "Be a good boy and fucking take what I give you, yeah?" You cooed, the sound soft but laced with mockery as you gently caressed and soothed the reddening skin of his ass.

Matt could only nod quickly, mumbling a soft and muffled "mhm". You smirked at his whimper, barely audible due to the sheets muffling it.

Your hips began to move again without warning, making him moan loudly into the bed. His hands clutched onto the bedsheets for dear life as his eyes rolled back in pure ecstasy and drool leaked onto the bed from his open mouth.

You pushed his hips down abruptly, making him lay flat on his stomach before you resumed your pounding. Matt’s moans turned into high-pitched whimpers and gasps when he felt the silicone tip of your strap-on hit his prostate repeatedly thanks to the new position.

You groaned lowly when you saw his body twitching and trembling under you, totally fucked out from the feeling of his prostate being bullied mercilessly by your strap-on.

"Haahh..." You let out an amused, airy laugh. "Feels good huh?" You hit his prostate dead on, letting out another laugh when you heard the desperate sound that he let out.

"G-gonna cum--" His voice broke off into a series of desperate moans as you fucked him into the bed, your thrusts getting harder and deeper.

"Then cum, and don’t even fucking think of touching your dick." You grunted harshly, your hands pinning his wrists to his back and pushing him further into the bed as your strap-on plowed in and out of him.

Matt’s body trembled, his orgasm hitting him in intense waves as he sobbed in pleasure. Rope after rope of pearly white cum shot out, soaking the sheets underneath him,

"Fuuck, you came like a woman, didn’t even touch your dick." Your words were meant to humiliate him, and it did, but it also made him feel a twisted sense of satisfaction and pleasure.

You slowed down your thrusts after a while before pulling out completely, leaving him empty and trembling. His hole gaped open from being wrecked so thoroughly by the dildo—almost moulded into it’s shape.

You’ll never get enough of this sight.

˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ 𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒂𝒈𝒆.ᐟ | 𝒘𝒄 – 𝟎.𝟔 𝒌 ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖

© 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒔𝒉𝒖𝒈𝒂

[luvs4mattsbookshelf]

i’m your good girl, professor

oh, it’s his favorite file.

saved in a folder buried three layers deep under an innocent name

"grad reports" → "term outlines" → "field audio."

he never lets it sync to the cloud. never lets it touch university storage. it’s just for him. private. sacred.

your voice comes through clear, breathy, soft like a secret

"i’m your good girl, professor."

he groans every time he plays it. never just once. never all the way through—he rewinds. lets it loop. the way your voice curls around professor like you’re tasting it. like it’s part of you.

the first time you sent it, he was grading late, pen tapping the margin of some undergrad’s paper he barely read. then his phone lit up. anonymous file.

he pressed play."i’m your good girl."

long pause.

"...professor."

and the pen dropped from his hand.

he listened with his fist already working his cock under the desk, your lace panties tied snug around his wrist like a cuff, your scent still there. your voice made his thighs shake. made his head drop back. made him groan your name—low, ruined, desperate.

now it’s routine.you send him a new one every week.

sometimes sweet: whispering it shy, giggling after.

sometimes filthy: breathless, needy, already touching yourself.

sometimes just the words, quiet, reverent. like you’re praying.

he listens while grading. while pacing. while fucking his hand slow and brutal and whispering your name back to the phone like you can hear it.

"i’m your good girl, professor."

he always finishes on that line.

every fucking time.

[luvs4mattsbookshelf]

— matt misses you a little too much

★ another one thank you, inspired by this ★

tw: sub!matt + PISS kink — don’t read it if you don’t like it! this is a fetish, a kink, and none of this is real. it’s fanfiction, purely for entertainment purposes.

you hear the sheets ruffling as you open the door, matt quickly standing up and dragging his feet towards your direction. he hugs you tightly, nuzzling his face on the crook of your neck. “missed you too” you chuckle, placing a kiss on the top of his head.

“kept looking at the crowd the whole time” matt pouts, his baby blue gaze flickering between your chest and your lips. “thought you’d be there earlier” he complains in a playful tone. you hug him once more, peppering his face with kisses.

matt giggles at the attack, allowing you to go further. your digits meet his waist, gently tickling him above the fabric. he laughs loudly — noticing something happening inside his pants. matt didn’t even realize he had been holding his bladder for that long, causing him to let out a few droplets of pee through his sweaters. but he tries to play it cool. it is not a big deal. he wraps his forearm around your neck, leading the way to his bed.

not long after, your fingers are tugging on his hair, forcing his head back so you could access his neck. you nibble at his pale skin, opening your mouth to suck deeper. matt moans as you place your palm above his cock, squirming under your touch.

you pull away, taking a look at matt. that’s when you notice a small stain on his pants, right above his boner. “what’s this hm?” you ask warmly, caressing his thigh. “that needy?” you continue to tease him, not aware that specific spot wasn’t exactly pre-cum.

“c-couldn’t hold it” matt whines, looking away from you. your gaze travels across the bus and you find four empty bottles of water. “oh, baby boy” you coo, cupping his cheeks. “you’re holding it all for mama?” matt nods, his hips moving upwards as your hand meets his hardened cock.

you continue to fondle matt, your digits meeting the hem of his shirt before placing your palm on his lower tummy, pressing it lightly. “fuck!” matt cusses out. the only distraction for his full bladder was your touch, the lack of motion making it difficult for him to keep holding. “mama… please, i need to go”

“i never said you couldn’t” you whisper, biting his earlobe. your hands manage to reach the inside of his pants, wrapping your fingers around his dick. you slowly pump matt, his whimpers turning to small cries. your rub your thumb in circular motions around his tip, feeling the wetness that oozed from his slit, droplets of pee trying to make their way out along with the pre-cum coating his length.

“p-please” matt begs as you tighten your grip around his girth. “‘m gonna pee if you k-keep going” he admits. you fasten your pace, chuckling at his desperation. “be a good boy for mama hm? let it all out”.

matt bucks his hips, practically fucking your fist. “‘m gonna—! mama!” he cries, finally letting go. the sudden warmth spreads through your hand, his liquid dripping down his thighs, wetting his sweaters. matt’s panting heavily as he continues to pee, his cheeks burning red. it takes a while for him to stop — and you pick up exactly where you were. you pump his cock in a rapid pace, the squelching sounds taking over the tour bus. “such a good boy” you praise. “pissing your pants for mama hm? making a mess for me?”

matt’s far gone — it’s all too much. he doesn’t wait for permission and quickly cums in your palm, adding his sticky release to your hand, staining his pants. “you did so well for me” you smile at matt, showering him with praises. “but i guess we need to clean this mess, hm?”

ayo pissy gang! love yall! @swiftiolo @aaliyahsturniolo @cayleeuhithinknott @owenstar @subchrisforever @tiffsturns @whore4-chrissturniolo @colorthecosmos444 @chrisbratt333 @ariestrxsh @icamehere4fanfics @sturnslutz @snoopychris @meerkatzthings @sturniolo-tease @slvt4chrissturniolo @girlwithsthings @nickysturnss @luvs4matt @xoxonothingbutu

[luvs4mattsbookshelf]

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ rapper!matt fucking you to the beat of his song

matt's eyes are dark with desire as he pushes you against the wall, his lips crashing into yours in a searing kiss. "i need to fuck you, right here, right now," he growls, his voice low and rough. you moan into his mouth, your body trembling with anticipation. he spins you around, bending you over the nearest surface. you hear the clink of his belt buckle, the rustle of clothing, and then he's there, his cock pressing against your entrance.

with a harsh thrust, he's inside you, filling you completely. "fuck, you're so tight," he grunts, his fingers digging into your hips. "take it, baby. take my cock like a good little slut." you can hear matt’s song in the background, his rapping voice filling the studio, his thrusts were perfectly on time with each beat.

his words send shivers down your spine, your body trembling with need. he sets a brutal pace, his hips slamming into yours in time with the beat of the music. each thrust sends you closer to the edge, your body coiling tighter and tighter. "your pussy feels so fucking good," he groans, his voice dripping with lust. "so wet and ready for me. you love being fucked like this, don't you? bent over and used like a fucktoy."

you moan loudly, your fingers gripping the edge of the table. he reaches around, his fingers finding your clit. he rubs you in time with his thrusts, each touch sending sparks through your veins. "cum for me, baby," he commands, his voice rough with need. "cum all over my cock like a good little whore."

his words send you flying over the edge, your body convulsing around him. you scream his name, your pleasure mixing with the pulsing beat. he follows soon after, his cock spurting deep inside you, filling you with his seed. he pulls out of you with a wet squelch, his cum dripping down your thighs. he spins you around, his lips claiming yours in a filthy, open-mouthed kiss. "fuck, that was hot," he growls, his hands roaming possessively over your curves.

you smile wickedly, your body still trembling from the intensity of your coupling. "you weren't too bad yourself," you smile, your voice dripping with satisfaction. he grins, his eyes dark with promise. "next time, i'm going to make you scream even louder," he whispers, his lips brushing against your ear.

with a final, searing kiss, he saunters back into the booth, leaving you breathless and wanting more. the music pulses around you, a heady reminder of the depravity you just experienced, and you can't help but shiver in anticipation of what's to come.

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Boston Show Surprise

Summary: Matt and Bambi's Boston surprise

Warnings: swearing, fluff, Matt being a simp, Matt being in love, bambi being a simp, Bambi being in love, Bambi and Matt being the king and queen of surprises, use of y/n for the first and only time(hopefully) in this au (Italics are the video)

Bambi was sitting between Matt's legs as the countdown started, her fingers interlocked with his nervously.

"I'm so nervous!" Nick laughed putting his hand on his heart as the countdown got down to 10.

"alright everyone count!"

"10... 9... 8... 7... 6... 5... 4... 3... 2...1..." The audience screamed in pure joy and excitement as Bambi and Matt walked into frame.

Matt stood up doing a fake bow helping Bambi up as Nick and Chris set everything up.

Bambi opened the clue box holding up wedding invitations.

"Wedding invitations?" Chris laughed as he took the blank invitations from Bambi.

Bambi hummed softly sitting on the couch "Yep. any guesses?"

"Did you guys pick a wedding date?"

Matt smiled "That's a good guess.... Chris?"

"Ummmm...... Did you pick a wedding venue?"

"Now one of the fans. Then we'll get into the video."

One of the fans got a microphone. "Um........all I got is that you picked a date."

"all amazing guesses"

"Okay we only have enough time to play the video once. so I need you all to be very quiet, can you guys do that?"

****

Matt and Bambi stood in front of the camera together both taking a breath. "As you guys know. We're engaged..... I want a big wedding but Matt wants something small and intimate."

"So we decided to compromise......"

"So on March 14th, 2025...... We got married..." Bambi smiled sheepishly at the camera as Matt grinned kissing her cheek.

As soon as the sentence left video Bambi's mouth the audience screamed.

"You're fucking joking!" Chris yelled in disbelief excitement and disbelief on his face.

Nick looked happy and a bit hurt "Without us?!"

Bambi smiled sadly at the two of them "Sorry"

"Don't worry Nick and Chris. Sometime next year we will be doing an bigger wedding for you guys and the rest of our families to be apart of"

Bambi nodded with a smile "Exactly. But until then.....Watch us get married in this video."

The scenery changed to Bambi who was sitting with Mary-lou as she got her hair done by her mom "I'm so nervous" She giggled.

"Why are you nervous, puddin." Her mom smiled at her through the mirror.

"What if he doesn't like the way I looks?"

"My son has been absolutely in love with you his entire life Bambi. You could walk down that aisle in sweat pants and he'd still think you were the most beautiful girl in the universe."

Bambi's eyes watered "Aw crap i'm gonna cry"

Mary Lou and M/N laughed softly "How did you find your dress, puddin"

"I went thrift shopping like two weeks ago with Nyx and found it, I told her I was gonna use it as a Halloween costume."

"I can't wait to see you in it." Mary Lou gushed kissing her daughter in laws hands.

****

The camera focused on Matt who had tears in his eyes as he looked Bambi who stood across from him with a grin on her face and tears in her eyes. "Y/N L/N since the day we met 19 years ago I have been absolutely in love with you, you are and always have been my best friend. I have and will always do everything I can to make you happy. My heart, mind, soul and whatever else I have is yours. I'm yours. I love your eyes, your smile. I love your dimples and the way your nose scrunches when you giggle. The way you are with Justin, Nick, Chris and Moon. I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you, Bambi. I love you and thank you for choosing me."

"Fuck I'm crying!" Nick shouted hiding his face in Chris arm as Chris sniffled.

Bambi sniffled and let out a soft giggle still holding Matt's her mind running a mile a minute "I'm so sorry, my mind just went fuzzy." She mumbled softly to him making him grin and laugh softly. "I'm sorry"

"No baby. You're perfect." He whispered softly

The crowd immediately screamed hearing this making Matt grin and kiss Bambi's head.

"Matthew Sturniolo... We went from two 5 year olds pretending to get married at recess to two 21 year olds standing in front of each other declaring their love for each other. You are my soulmate. You give me a reason to get out of bed in the morning. When I'm at my lowest you are always there to hold and love me even when I don't think I deserve it or when I push you away. I'm madly in love with you. You're the Gomez to my Morticia. The Eugene Fitzherbert to my Rapunzel. And I can't wait for us to be together forever." She grinned up at him trying not to cry.

Nick and Chris started at the screen in awe

"Please, Matthew and Y/N, exchange the rings that symbolize your enduring love and commitment." The officiant looked between them as the immediately moved to do so. "By the authority vested in me, and with the blessing of your loved ones, I now pronounce you, husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride"

Matt wasted no time moving forward grabbing Bambi's face and attaching their lips.

The audience, Nick and Chris began to scream happily. Nick and Chris jumping up and tackling their brother in a hug all three of them laughing and crying before quickly moving to Bambi although they were more careful with her due to the pregnancy.

"Holy shit!"

"I can't believe you two hid this from us month!"

Bambi giggled clinging to Chris who was still hugging her. "It was so hard. We wanted to talk to you guys about it so bad."

"Yeah, it was really fucking hard." Matt laughed taking off the chain he was wearing that had his wedding ring on it and slipped it on his ring finger. "I can finally wear this." he grabbed Bambi pulling her over to him with ease and kissing her lovingly causing the crowd to scream.

Dividers By @bernardsbendystraws

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OMG.

₊˚⊹ 𝜗𝜚 Peterpan .ᐟ Matt x Tinkerbell .ᐟ Reader

INTRO TO A NEW COMBINED AU WITH @oopsiedaisydeer !!! Check Wendy!Reader out here.

“Loves never lost when perspective is earned.”

₊˚⊹ 𝜗𝜚 He never grows up, but Tink never gives up. She’s relentless. Talents and tricks, yet she doesn’t know when to move on and work on the next project, she’s always stuck trying to make the same broken clock work as if magic or love is enough to cure anything. And it’s just not.

꒰ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ๑ 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ๑ 𝐂𝐎𝐏𝐘𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 ꒱

A/N: New AU! LMK your thots!!!

·˚ ༘ ʚ 𝑾𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒊𝒈 𝒕𝒊𝒕𝒔, 𝑹𝒐𝒔𝒆 𖧧

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⟡ ݁₊ . ۶ৎ brat!tamer matt p!links

NSFW & EXPLICIT CONTENT. . . MDNI

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— matt loves pinning you down

— titty sucking

— you finally convince matt to give in

— matt making you work for what you want

— you had an attitude in matt’s car, he pulled over

— punishing and teasing you with his cock

— matt loves seeing your tits bounce

— lazily playing with his girl

— he couldn’t wait until you woke up

— on your knees baby

© delilahsturniolo

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— matt’s first punishment

★ requested by anon ★

tw: matt’s extremely sub + PISS kink — don’t read it if you don’t like it! this a fetish, a kink, and none of this is real. it’s fanfiction, purely for entertainment purposes.

“no! ‘m sorry” matt whines as you tap on your own thighs, silently commanding him to bend over. you don’t say a word, waiting for him to understand there was no way you’d let that kind of behavior go unnoticed. “can i at least go to the bathroom first? please?” he pleads, placing both hands next to his crotch.

“you think i’m gonna let you out of my sight? just so you can do that again? touch yourself without permission?” you spit out, the harsh tone in your voice making matt shiver. he denies with his head, lazily dragging his feet towards you. “‘m not gon’ do that again, i promise” he tries to convince you one last time. you click your tongue, reaching for his wrist and forcing matt’s body down.

a few minutes later, your hand smacks matt’s soft skin, leaving a huge mark. it soon starts to tingle, the sudden slap causing his blood to rush, stinginess taking over his bottom. with the second one, matt starts whining. “mommy!” he complains, tilting his head back to take a look at you. his cheeks are completely flushed, a pink tint taking over his paleness along with the pout on his lips.

you didn’t go easy on him. he took eight slaps perfectly, moaning each time your palm met his ass. you give matt a small break, fondling his flesh and massaging his sore bum. tears spilled from the corners of his eyes, his face showing a mix of pain and pleasure.

harder than holding his tears, however, would be holding his bladder. matt lazily rubs his cock across your thighs, receiving a small relief from the overwhelming, burning sensations taking over his body. “mama, p-please” he cries, “i c-can’t hold it” the precum oozing from his tip spreads on your legs and his own cock, each spank causing him to leak a bit more. “should’ve thought about that before jerking off like a little virgin boy who can’t control his own dick” you spit out, the degradation causing matt to groan.

the sticky liquid was replaced by a sudden warmth on your lap. matt’s body twitches as his whines turn to small whimpers and he brings his hands to his face, trying to cover his embarrassment. your tight grip softens, one of your hands caresses his lower back as matt continues to pee himself over you, the loud hiss of his release taking over the now quiet room.

matt couldn’t look at you. he felt humiliated. it was all too much. your harsh words, his burning skin, the hardness of his cock still rubbing against you, the pressure on his bladder — he just couldn’t hold it. “it’s okay baby, it’s all good” you coo, reaching for his waist and fixing his position on your lap. matt now was hiding on the crook of your neck, his legs resting around yours, sniffing as he tried to stop the tears.

“baby, it’s okay” you repeated, gently holding him. “mommy’s not mad” you assured matt, who soon relaxed at your words. “mama was a meanie hm?” you continued, and he finally looked at you. he nodded, the biggest pout on his lips, cheeks completely dampened. “but you were such a good boy, and you took your punishment so well” matt held back a smile at the praise, uncomfortably shifting on his spot.

“good boy?” he needed reassurance. the poor boy had pissed himself from a few spanks — all he wanted now was to be taken care of. “my good good boy” you affirmed, placing a kiss on his exposed collarbone. “did you get all worked up from some spanks?” you teased, feeling his cock poking against you. he nodded again, no longer embarrassed.

“since you were such a good boy” you continued, wrapping your knuckles around his shaft and slowly pumping his dick. “you deserve to cum” matt’s wet, swollen cock twitched inside your palm, moans escaping from the back of his throat.

“cum! need’a cum p-please” he begged, thrusting himself inside your fist. you gave matt permission, his release covering your hand in thick, white spurts of cum as his body trembled and his orgasm washed over him. you continued to stroke his cock, making sure to take every spurt from him before he started crying again. “good boy” you said, sealing your lips together. “now let’s get rid of this mess, shall we?”

i got carried away with this one might deactivate goodbye

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dressing room — rapper!chris sturniolo

chris’ hips aggressively claps against your ass as he pounds into you, making you a drooling, moaning mess while you grip the back of the couch in his dressing room, letting him fuck you stupid after dancing all over him on the stage.

“you think it’s cute to rub ya ass on my dick in front of thousands of people on purpose? hm?” he yanks your hair, tugging your head back just enough to see your dumb expression— your eyes lost in that empty brain. “stupid girl, had my cock hard the entire show.”

“m—m’sorry!” you sob, squealing as you felt his hand come down on your ass cheek, laying it flat to rub out the sting. “fuck, chris.”

his hand wraps around your front, pulling down the skimpy top you had on and cupping your perky tit, his thumb circling your bud. “yeah? all those dancers and you’re my favorite one. just you, baby.”

you choke on a gasp, his hips now moving in a slow taunting rhythm, feeling every vein of his thick shaft covered in your arousal. he couldn’t wait to do it all over again tomorrow night, wrapping up his show before finding you in his dressing room half naked with a playful grin on your face.

© 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗍𝗌𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗅𝖾𝗍

note ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ i thought about rapper!chris a lil too much today. also feeling very horrible and lazy so no taglist😞😞